This was inspired by a scene in At World's End. Disclaimer: I do not own the character in this story.
Lord Cutler Beckett did not play with dolls. He strategized with perfectly proportioned, hand-painted model soldiers.
There was something immensely gratifying about seeing the defeat dawn on the (model) pirates' plastic little face as the were crushed to oblivion by the almighty (model) East India Trading Company. Something indescribably wonderful about watching the handsome (model) Lord Beckett's brilliant plans translate perfectly to the (model) battlefield, be it on land or sea.
Dolls were delicate porcelain babies, cared for by urchins everywhere, not these amazing (model) fighting machines that were arranged in formation on his desk.
No, Lord Cutler Beckett did not play with dolls. He decimated the dolls with his (model) army and their (model) muskets.
